
Originally Posted by
Archernow
Yes, Spazmid, I certainly learned my lesson the hard way. I think that's abundantly clear in my post. I was basically saying: "Have fun, but don't do anything stupid like I did." So no need to rap me across the knuckles. I was younger and naive and having one of the great times of my life in those days.
And I was definitely not a born mongerer, such as you seem to be.
But, man, we had a lot of fun ... even if we didn't always know exactly what we were doing. I'm also aware that these days in NL and BT you can't get away with some of stuff that we got away with in the early 90s. Me and my best friend routinely drove otra lado, not just to BT or the discos, but also to watch the Tecolotes or go to the Hipprodomo for the weekend horse racing (does that place still exist?). At the time, a gentleman by the name of Sergio Canales was the general manager of the track and we became friends. I ended up going out with his secretary for awhile. And I also played a little soccer with one of the club teams on Sundays. So, yea, after two-plus years of fun and games like that, I felt like I knew the lay of the land pretty well. But ... there's always trouble waiting around the wrong corner. And I got carried away. But if you use caution, always remain respectful, like you said, chances are you'll be fine. That applies to anywhere you go, of course.
As for my "mongering" experience, Spazmid? I'm certain you have many more miles on your odometer than I do. NL was the start for me. I was fortunate to be able to live a couple of years on the border, where I was able to jump off to places like Monterrey, Tampico, Aguascalientes. Some folks would be amazed that if you put that mongering badge in your pocket for a day or two how lucky you can get, Capitan. However, some folks don't have that luxury. I know that. But, wow ... but when you are lucky enough to find a sweet senorita and then you drive down some pot-holed dirt road in NL for the first time in your life to pick her up at her "casa" that maybe looks more like a garage and she is all decked out for you in a flowery dress and smiles at you and her mom is there to check you out and says to bring her daughter back before midnight after you go out for dinner and dancing, well ... it changes your perspective. For life. It might even break your mongering heart.
So, enjoy BT, do your thing. It was part -- one part -- of the scene for me. But, since you asked, I didn't need a Ph.d in mongering to travel safely and successfully throughout locales such as Mexico, Venezuela, Colombia, Brazil, Costa Rica, Honduras (Roatan) or Cuba. That one night in jail in NL wised me up good. Common sense -- which I admittedly lacked for a spell in NL -- works fine. And, to repeat, my experiences in NL/BT were from long ago, although possibly from a happier time, too. Your observations appear to be much more current and probably should be heeded for anyone mulling a BT trip these days.
But I'm off to the Dominican. A little sun, sand, cervezas and chicas. Best of times to all BT travelers. It was nice catching up here with that scene.
P.S., Spazmid: Later that day, amazingly, my car was exactly where I parked it for the cops. With all rims and tires attached. Que suerte, si?
Salud.